The marsh

Out on the marsh, I sang a song

Its lines told the story of my lost one.

We used to spend the days together,

Hiding behind the cypresses,

enjoying the fresh weather,

running over grass banks

and making love on the warm soil.

Now these days, you are gone.

The footprints in the sand are the only thing that you left.

First I thought I’d be doomed to watch them,

still leaving trails for me to haunt them.

But with the rising sun and the setting moon,

I knew that that wasn’t what you wanted me to do.

Instead, I now sit on the front porch of my shack,

Letting my imagination grow from the loneliness in my head

I see you dancing all over the floor,

with a laugh, I fell in love once before

And with that, I knew, that the marshland, it’s true

Kept all my memories of you.

In peace and quiet, I now close my eyes,

take the last breath and then follow thine.

Waiting for your embrace on the other side of life,

I’m happy to leave this one behind.